Thy face and eyes

Thy face and eyes and all thou hast is fair,

And for their sakes most men affect thee.

But I perceive in thee something more rare

Than outward beauty, for which I affect thee.

Thy mind is fairer than thy face or eyes,

And that same beauteous outside which thou hast

Is but a curieus casket, in which lies

The treasure of a mind virtuous and chaste.

So keep them still, and let not youth deceive thee.

For when through age thy beauty shall decay,

Those that for beauty love thee, then will leave thee;

But worth will last until thy dying day.

But he that shall for both of these esteem thee,

And think thee fair, and know thy virtues too,

He cannot choose but ever dearly deem thee,

And much admire thee, as I swear I do.